It’s not my Fault I’m Stoned

The question “are you stoned?” arises frequently in my life. If it’s a friend the question morphs to “you look fucked up.” 

“Your pupils are HUUUUGE.” 

So my drug cocktail is strong, but I need it to get through the day. 

I can deal with huge pupils but going into a panic over nothing just doesn’t fly with me. 

Sometimes I wish people would just stop pointing things out.